Bleeding on the insidemarked by life and painreaching for hopebut fearing it's all in vain

Kneeling; crying outseeking rest for a weary soulCan't go on; it's been so longsince this bleeding heart held hope

I couldn't see beyond my tearstoo much for me to understandI did not know I was still holdingthe hammer in my hand.I did not know that it was His heartbreaking for me and bleedingHis hands and feet I nailedit was my pain He was feeling

"Guilty!" shouted my accuserand he handed me a rope"Go ahead you deserve to dieFor you there's no hope!"Walking away I heard a whisperand I turned around to seeto whom the voice was callingand He was looking straight at me.

"I forgive you," He struggled to breatheas pain tore Him in twooffering love as He cried"I did it all for you."